[Intro]
Yo
I just want everybody to know where I'm coming from
It's like all this new sh**
All this new rap
Not me
Huh, check
[Verse 1]
I've waited long enough, my career's been tough
Watching other bad rappers put out their sh**ty stuff
Everybody sounds the same and that's straight facts
Like these cats should be wearing Big and 2Pac masks
But now I've arrived, I'm down to det this
Hot Karl drops lines like a game of Tetris
And I'm still not famous cause the industry is sh**ty
And I'd rather die than ever sound like Chingy (right thurr)
I'm a rapper who's harmless but still regardless
I'm quick to block you down: hip-hop's Ben Wallace
Let's make it old school, it's all worth a try
To go back in time like we're Marty McFly, let's go
[Hook]
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
We would have fun
Whatever happened to the fun we used to have?
The way we used to laugh
These kids don't know the half
Whatever happened to the way it all began?
It's time to take a stand
That's Hot Karl's plan
[Verse 2]
I a**ume that most rappers probably can't stand me
Because I drop knowledge while they read like Dex Manley
I'm rap's Andy Kaufman with lyrics that I'm droppin'
While other rappers spit but it's just considered talkin'
I'm more Schoolly D with a pinch of Biz Markie
A dash of Daddy Kane while I'm kool like Moe Dee
Y'all can catch me in the Taurus driving through Hollywood
I'm walking into clubs throwing 'bows like Robin Hood
I don't own a gun and I'm not one to fight
But I'll leave your body red like you're in The White Stripes
So y'all better practice and say your f**ing prayers
While I get more checks than a blind hockey player
[Hook]
[Interlude]
I
Have
Arrived
f**ers!
[Verse 3]
I'm too obnoxious to be called conscious
My team's all in a van, I'm the white B.A. Baracas
The industry will follow fads 'til it all fails
And people fake beef just to stir up their sales
And new rappers wearing ice doesn't make sense
You know that their advance can hardly pay the rent
This can't be the way that music was envisioned
Clay Aiken goes platinum but Slick Rick's in prison? (bullsh**!)
Dear God, we could use some help
Make good artists sell, let's start with myself
Because if this bricks, then I'm out of the scene
And y'all can come get a latte when I work at Coffee Bean
[Hook]
[Outro]
That's right, heheh
Guess who landed?
Motherf**ers, I arrived
Y'all know what era I'm 'a take it back to
It's all fun and games again, heh
Take it personal? You look like a vagina
Nobody wants to look like a vagina
Heheheh... stupid f**ers
Heheh... Hot Karl